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Oh? Look who's here.

[ opening the door for him ]

Don't sound too happy to see me, Kamrava, especially when I brought you a gift.

I just didn't expect you to get here all on your own.

Let's go to my room then.

What's that supposed to mean?

[ he steps inside, a little creature toddling in behind him. ]

[ staring at the aranara for a while ]

—Forget that. What's this thing supposed to be?

[ picks it up and holds it out to him. ] It's called an Aranara, and it's for you. A little... friend, for when I'm not around. [ gives him a sharp, toothy smirk. ]

[ aranara: :] ]

—What does it mean for when you're not around? You're not graduating, are you?

[ does he sound worried? yes. he's even stepping close and reaching for his sleeve ]

[ oops. that is not what he meant to imply. ] No. No. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not graduating. Perhaps I should have worded that differently. A little companion to keep you company, since I can't always be here, because of that stupid disease and... [ your stupid boyfriend. ]

[ the aranara mimics scaramouche and reaches to tug on his sleeve, but he can't reach without hopping into the air and hovering alongside him. tug. ]

[ he looks instantly relieved, and finally he does take the aranara, reaching for it and looking at it ]

Good. You're not allowed to leave.

...

You did say you'll protect me.

Na. [ is all it says, throwing it's bitty arms up and out. ] I did, and I intend to do just that. [ or his best, anyway, since that's all he can feasibly do here without all of his real abilities, although alcheme!'s aren't too bad. he's been enjoying them. ] Let me apologize for giving you quite the scare. [ kisses the corner of his lips, and then his cheeks, and then leans over to his ear and nips at it. ]

[ It feels ridiculous to be open about how much he'd care. Dottore is still Dottore, after all. But it's always easy to fall into his embrace, to want and need him, and now that he has him back ... he doesn't want to lose him. There's a soft, pleased noise at the attention, and his hand reaches for him while his other keeps its hold on the aranara ]

That's better.

[ dottore chuckles into the shell of his ear, walking him further back into the baritones receiving room. ] Let's go to your room. I had FiN modify my Mannequins so they're more useful, and then I had gotten a bunch of these plushies in Fanmail, so I thought I might give one to you. However, that same FiN refused to add any weaponry to any of... friends. I'm quite annoyed about that. I don't see why that's such a problem, but that simply means I have to do it myself.

So it's plushies you made alive with your abilities.

[ once they are in his room, he's going to put down the Aranara so he can grab Dottore's shirt and tug him toward his bed ]

Even though you paid for it? How annoying.

[ nods. ] Exactly. He's a little stronger than a mere plush though, so he can carry things for you, but... hahaha. [ loops an arm around his waist. ] I know. What if I were to need protection? My mannequins are just as defenseless as me. [ don't mind the smile he's trying to hold back. ]

Wouldn't that be a sight.

[ once they are on the bed he'll push Dottore there so he can sit on his lap and keep his arms around his neck ]

You could be stripped of everything and you still wouldn't be defenseless.

[ dottore grins like a giant asshole. ] I could pretend to be... I wonder what moronic boob would believe that. [ sets a hand on scaramouche's hip. ] Do you want to see me on the more... defenseless side? [ moves his hand to his back and starts trailing his fingers up and down his spine. ] I wouldn't mind pulling a few strings and doing a little something so you could have your fun. It could be an interesting... experiment.

[ there's a pleased hum at the gesture and question. It would be an interesting experiment but would it really be real when Dottore is agreeing to it, just like that? ]

You'd really let me have all that power over you? I didn't know you trusted me so much, Doctor.

I have to say I’m interested to see what you would do with it given our relationship…

Killing you would be too annoying. Though I do wonder what nice corruption you'd get for me next.

Go ahead. I'd like to see how you do it and I wouldn't mind meeting Lady Death... although we'd have to find a way to keep it from our units, because it would probably look bad because of our alliance. [ maybe. their unitmates may not care about their weird murder kinks. ]

[ oh ... oh... this is so tempting. There's something incredibly hot about the thought of killing Dottore - knowing he'd come back for him. ]

...

You said you wanted to see my heart too. Aaah ... if we were back home it'd be no problem to open my chest open and let you see it without dying. I wonder if we should both just kill each other at different times and see what happen. I could record what happens to your body.

You’re making it impossible to want to resist. [ which is kind of why he isn’t… the thought of getting to see how this new body ticks, all corrupted, is a chance he doesn’t really want to pass up on… and then getting to put Scaramouche under the knife again. yes please. ]

[ dottore grabs scaramouche’s arm and takes off his hat, pulling it around the two of them and hastily transporting them to his room. ] To my lab. [ he moves out from underneath scara and heads towards a mirror, stepping through. ]

[ THAT'S RIGHT, HE HAS A LAB NOW. It's dangerous, because it's where he spent countless hours. And where he's been at his weakest under Dottore's touches ]

Well well ... look at how nice this place looks.

So which will it be? Are you doing it first?

[ dottore sets a hand on scaramouche’s back and walks him through the labrythine to the actual lab, which should look more familiar - tables and test tubes and other strange and horrible devices. ] Now that’s something we should decide… and we may eve have to prepare. We both want to enjoy this, right… [ he picks up Scaramouche and sets him down on the lab table, setting a hand to one side and leaning in closely. ] Now… do you want me to look inside you [ he purrs, bringing a hand to his chest and roughly stroking it southward until he’s palming his dick. ] Or do you want to look inside me?

[ he's reaching over for him, hand going to the back of his neck as he rocks his hip into his hand - already half-hard just at the thought of doing this. He's always been fucked up after all ]

I —

want to take a look inside you first. I want to see — the look on your face as I cut you up, how your inside looks. You're not a normal human after all.

I want it - so bad, Alpha—

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